Imagine, its the end of March in 1919, its snowing heavily, its bitterly cold, you can either stay in a cosy pub with a roaring fire and order another pint, or you can choose to ride your 1919 style bicycle up and over that big hill in the waist deep snow, oh and please bear in mind that is taking place less than a year after you’ve been home from serving (voluntarily) in the first world war, what would you do? Fast forward one hundred years and here we are in that same pub to celebrate that decision to go out into the snow, that regardless of the locals advising to stay a small number of them chose to go out and do it, Wayfarer as he became known was amongst them and he wrote about their adventure